Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]
When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
Adds character — for sure!! ❤
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We’re on the same page, VJ.
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I like the way you think!
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Oh goodness. Do you have room for me? I’ll join you…I think you just described my good intentions gone awry (not every day…but you know…more often than I’d like). Hugs to you, VJ. 🥰
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Always room for you…and I suspect we’d find that we are harsher on ourselves than need be
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No doubt, no doubt. 💕
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Very truthfully and accurately said.
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Thanks Lou
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